Remember Mine Own, The Promises You Made:

Dearest Beloved’s, I come to speak to you again, just as I have through the Aeons Long Gone, and as I did Mine Own, in our Golden Land, where we laughed and loved in our Glorious Atlantis.

You All Volunteered To Help Our God, As We Would Descend To Earth, To Help Those There. I Spoke To You All, I Was Clear And Precise - With What It Would Mean Taking On The Body Of Earth, So Far Removed From Our Bodies Of Light.

The Very Essence Of Our Father Flowed Through Us All, As We Sat And Talked And Gave Thanks To All.

It Was Joyous For My Beloved And I, As We Saw Your Faces Smiling So Bright, As You Wished to Share Our Journey – Away From The Heights.

Everyone Was Able, So Many Had Volunteered, But Instructions Had Been Given To Me By The Godhead Of What Exactly It All Would Entail, As We Would Descend to Earth, That New Planet, Where so Much Needed to be Done, For Its Inhabitants To See The Son. The Sun They Knew, For It Gave Them Warmth, Their Crops To Grow, Thus Life To Evolve.

My Beloved And I, We Talked For Many A Day In The Time Of Earth. We Reached That Decision, Which Our Father Blessed, And Thus We Read Out Those Names of Our Beloved Brethren, To Whom Would Follow Evam and I, as we Descended Down To Earth, Far From Our Home.

Those Early Years, Were Difficult And Hard, As We Had To Come To Terms With Bodies No Longer So Light. As Time Went On, When Life Became Too Much, Our Beloved Father, Gave Us Rest, As We Rose Once More To Times Of Refreshment, Before Returning Again To Earth’s Evolution.

The Cycles Of Time, Came And Went, Dearest Beloved’s, And Still We Toiled On Planet Earth. Gradually We Saw Greater Light In Humankind, And Happy We Were As God’s Plan Began To Unwind.

In The Meantime, Dearest Beloved’s, Our Brethren From The Heights, Were There Always To Send Us Light, As We Travelled Further And Further From Our Golden Plane – High Above, In The Heights Of Atlantis.

We Saw Them In Our Dreams, As We Attuned Ourselves, Back To What Was And Had Been, But Which All Too Often, The Veil Of Earth, Had Wiped Clean.

The Days Of Earth Went On…. Civilisations Came and Ended. A Time Came When Our Initial Work Had Been Completed; Then We Had To Help To Refine Those Far From The Sun.

Gradually, More And More Saw How It Was, And Wanted To Be As They Saw How We Were; Thus Began That Refinement Aeons Ago, As Step by Step, Humankind Moved Up – Forward Into That Great Light. They Were Not Left Alone, Others Always Went – Down The Ages Of Time, They Were Heaven Sent.

Even Beloved Ones, Our Brethren From The Divine Spheres Did Not Always Hear With Their Inner Ears; The Tears Of Earth Had Got Too Much In The Way, For Them To Be Aware Of What Was So.

Those Promises Were Given To Me Long Ago, Back In Our Glorious Atlantis, When You All And I, And My Beloved, Volunteered To Help Our Father, To Show Our Love And Devotion, To Those Not Of Our Race, As We Looked Always At His Holy Grace.

Today, Memories Are Returning, The Time Draws Near, When Visions Will Be Shown, Creation Understood… And Thus, As Thy Memories Re-Awaken And Remembrance Dawns, That Joy Is Felt From Our Brothers And Sisters, As You Take Up Those Promises Made To Me, Long, Long Ago, Way Before Recorded History.

Each Of You Are Different. Your Attributes And Gifts, Qualities And Strengths Will Vary. All Have A Role To Play, As You Remember That Covenant Made With Me, And Our Beloved Creator, Who Loves Us All.

Look Out For Visions of Strange and Unusual Times…..Places Unknown To Your Thoughts Right Now. Listen Also, For My Words To You, Time And Time Again, As They Will Begin To Be Recognised, Acknowledged And Understood.

Think Not, Beloved Ones, How Strange Is That, As Memories Return Of Days Long Gone, When We Were As One, Beloved Of The Father-Mother-Son, From Whose Very Breath Our Race Was Born.

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